After having gotten comprehensible directions, and of course, helped the man... Bedge was it... with his luggage Faddenmerith was now standing in the foc's'le, where he would be sleeping. On a ship. Ships that usually sailed on bodies of water greater than he'd ever seen, but not this one. This one was to sail in the sky, or at least, that was what they were clamining it would do.

Faddenmerith went out into the open air again and tried to find such unobtrusive a spot as possible. There seemed to be a lot of people doing lots of things that Faddenmerith assumed had something to do with leaving the harbour. He set his eyes on a 'sailor' doing something with a lenght of rope and Fadden tried to make out what.

That which does not kill me has committed a serious mistake.